Host: Zhang Fan
Strength: 54
Intelligence: 23
Spirit: 54
Constitution: 41
Agility: 31
When Zhang Fan saw this information, he felt an intense fighting spirit burning in his chest.
Limit has been broken again.
This round was totally worth it.
Although the stars in his vision prevented him from seeing the azure sky and a faint scent of blood coupled with a scorching sensation filled his nostrils, he thought that it was all worth it.
Black Shark and Crow and a few others hurriedly jumped off the vehicle and ran towards Zhang Fan.
The group on the vehicle, with eyes flashing dismay, just stared dumbfounded at Zhang Fan.
Forty kilometers, carrying a seventy-kilogram weight, cross-country for forty kilometers.
Whether they were girls or guys, Zhang Fan's image was deeply imprinted in their minds.
So handsome, so cool!
So freakish!
"Medical Soldier!"
Black Shark roared.
Immediately, two people carrying a small wooden box ran towards Zhang Fan.
"Severe dehydration!"